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OOPYRIGHT. 1887, 
By M. E. ROGERS. 



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^, DELICATE sea-mosses, with your 

"pencilings of glory ! 
I trace your forms of beauty, as I listen 

to your story : 
Ocean has many wonders, and it chants 

in varied measure. 
Of countless secrets buried 'mong its own 

deep- hidden treasure. 



^ONDERFULglorie-s! Beautiful sea- 
mosses ! 
Upraised on wave and fondly borne to 

shore : 
Ye speak to me of beauty from Life's 
losses — 
Joy evermore. 



^ALL us not weeds, for we are Ocean 

flowers ; 
A wild and weird, yet wondrous home is 

ours ; 
Our voices soft, with its waves rise and 

fall; 
And this our song: "God cares for each 

and all." 



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g WANDER by the sea-shore, 
'^ I look across the wave ; 
And from its power mighty, 

It seems no hand could save. 
I catch the sea- pink's beauty. 

They sing far o'er the deep, - 
" The Lord is great and mighty, 

And powerful to keep." 



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3 KNOW each nook by the sea-side 

sti'and, 
And each huge cliff that like sentries 

stand ; 
The crimson weeds on the amber shore, 
And the flowers that grow on Ocean's 

floor. 

Each crested wave, with its cap of white ; 
Each billow, that sports in wild delight ; 
The deeps below and the skies above, 
All join in the chorus — " God is Love." 



griANT, old Ocean ! Tell to nie, 
What your own deep mystery ? 
On your breast are flowers fair ; 
In your heart are jewels rare ; — 
Mighty, mighty, foaming sea, 
Would T knew your mystery ! 



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